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Mafioso walked silently through the isles of slot machines and other ways to gamble in his family casino. His fedora blocked his eyes from the world while still letting him see what he needed to.
People around were groaning, cheering, and silently focused on what they were doing, Mafioso knew it to well. Though he was looking for a specific someone who owed him a large sum of money. His eyes darted around the room until a familiar fedora was spotted.
Quietly Mafioso approached, still keeping a good distance and waiting for them to stop yapping their head off to a stranger sitting next to them.
Surprisingly it didn't take long for them to find somewhere else to go and Mafioso quickly swooped in like a hawk to grab Chance's wrist and drag them out the casino and away from public eyes.
"Where is my money Chance" Mafioso said flatly once they were out of the casino.
Mafioso leaned close to his face, still holding his wrist. Chance was visibly stunned and flinched "Uh- I-" He stuttered
"I don't need any funny business" Mafioso interrupted "where is the money"
"Jeez give me a minute to speak" he said "I can get you the money If you give me another day"Mafioso stared at him and Chance gave a nervous laugh.
"You've said that lie before"
"have I?"
Mafioso sighed rubbing his face with his free hand "Yes you have, the past 3 times"
Chance smirked "You're the one still giving me timeeee~"
"Ha" Mafioso laughed dryly and tugged his wrist so they were a bit closer "You have three days or there will be consequences"
Chance blinked then nodded as if he had a choice. "Alright then I'll see you then" Chance said, smiling.
Mafioso sighed and let go of Chance who stumbled back a bit. But as he began walking away Chance surprisingly stopped him
"wait" he said quickly. Mafioso turned to face him. Chance paused then said "wanna get drinks real quick?"
Mafioso paused 'why does this idiot want to get drinks?' "why do you want to get me drunk so I forget about our deal?" He said slightly annoyed
"would I really do that?"
"yeah"
"You know me too well" Chance put a hand to his heart and closed his eyes, shaking his head. "it doesn't have to be alcohol just so we can chat" Chance smiled nervously. Mafioso blinked, still staring at Chance like he was crazy (he kinda is).
"I'll pay" Chance offered.
"Chance I own the casino"
Chances face flushed in embarrassment "Oh yeah..." But Mafioso sighed and gestured him to follow him to the bar.
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"I don't have much time to 'chit chat' Chance"
"and why is that? It's kinda late and I'd assume you don't work quite as much at the end of the day"
"I have to take care of Gubby" Mafioso said without thinking
"Gubby? who's that? Chance asked looking at Mafioso with confusion
Mafioso was slightly embarrassed but tried to play it off as much as possible "Gubby is my rabbit-"
"you have a rabbit?" Chance said in disbelief
"yeah..?"
"I do too!" Chance said excitedly and began to yap about his bunny spade
Mafioso didn't expect to have an actual conversation with Chance but he found himself listening to chance and nodding along to what he was talking about and sometimes adding onto what he was saying. Mafioso lost track of time as their conversation went from rabbits to food to hobbies even though he was still being his cold and serious self neither of the two was unhappy about having someone to talk to.
it was a little less than 11pm and he had spent about an hour and a half talking with Chance. "It's getting late I should head home" Mafioso said standing up from the bar stool.
Chance dropped his shoulders but nodded. "See ya in three days Mafi!"
Mafioso sighed at the nickname but gave a slight wave goodbye to Chance
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When Mafioso got back home to his penthouse he went straight to his bedroom and let Gubby out of his pen. Gubby stomped his foot angrily but still jumped into mafioso's arms.
"I'm sorry I'm late Gubby I would've been home earlier if Chance wasn't such an idiot" Mafioso said quietly and headed to the fridge to grab Gubby some lettuce for a snack.
Mafioso went to sit on his bed and Gubby happily ate as he sat in his lap.
Mafioso watched and his mind started to wander. He thought mostly about Chance and how he let that bastard get his way again. His throat began to itch, probably from the lingering smoke from the people who smoke in the casino so it wasn't much of a problem. His eyes began to feel heavy and went to get ready for bed. He took Gubby off his lap and Gubby looked personally offended but made himself comfortable on the bed anyway. After a long day of work and other business to take care of you would think it would be easy to fall asleep but it took him more than usual but sleep eventually came.